Our little dog escaped via the front door and gleefully ran through the neighbourhood, totally unaware of the dangers, with J and I and others in hot pursued. I wish I could be as free from fear as he is.
Misty scenes always appear with an inherent promise that all will be revealed.
I’ve always been fascinated by stone. Something in me believes that stone is not simply dead and inanimate, but rather alive and a kind of receptacle of memory and history. In some mysterious way I think stone gathers into itself and holds within itself what has happened around it. I would often look at a mountain and ask the question, “What have you seen? What memories lie in your stone? What would you say if you could speak? I addressed these questions to the stone of this church.
There’s a strength in a tree standing alone in a landscape and expressing its own identity, but there’s also a vulnerability in its aloneness. To courageously express your identity in the landscape of life will always come with vulnerability and risk.